One Of The Antagonists?
by Bodwyn Wook
http://www.birdperch.com/default.asp
As I noted two days since, ’twas a lovely Sunday spent here yard-farming (gardening). Hay-baling this week, after she dries a bit. It ain’t exactly raining but is damp & cool, not the best for a good dry-down…. But on Sunday evening after thinning various pot herb plantings to a fare thee well and watering it all down to beat Hell after, I sat in the garden in the long evening light and read about la Hogue. Heartwarming stuff…and, then, two gaudy Baltimore Oriole buckos started fighting in the crab apple tree over my head and amid the currant tops, about the orange halves & grape jam I’d put out for them earlier in a swinging tray from one of the tree limbs. Territorialer than Hell! Jesus Christ, William of Orange and Jasper Deuce and deja vue all over again! It was quite an air battle and went on for the better part of five minutes. It should have been a great thing if some of the Hurryboxes and 109s in 1940 had been painted black and yellow!
PS, if any of “you bastards” want to learn MORE about the aggravations of haymaking in this place, read ’em & weep:
https://bodwyn.wordpress.com/2006/05/31/in-the-summer-of-58/
[Bodwyn Wook all rights reserved 26 May 2009]
Now this stuff is easy to read.
Also this, hey Wook, the radio says it’s almost a drought in southern Minnesota so why isn’t your hay dry yet?
You guys who drink beer all the time, er, I mean, you guys who worked on a a kibbutz for a Summer in high school and now know all about farming crack me up! We’re just on the edge of two weather systems as well as South-Central MN & Greater Iowa around here, at least some of the time. It seems (for now) that it will be like the last year or so and drier than a popcorn fart as you go North, but tolerable here anyway. Besides which I haven’t actually mowed any hay yet, it’s still damp and grey, er, gray and cool, not good drying weather, and besides which I’m not as dumb as you think I am! (I do have Christ’s own time in Hell keeping that God-damn FOOL Wook from jumping the gun though.)
Sink me, ‘tif misting finely /now/; and, I am hieing forth with ye mowing machine, therefore: clicketty-clack & and a snap of ye fingerf for this fmith drudge & embodiment of all ye tediosities. Let uf throw a carpet over /his/ continuouf naysaying af one would muffle a cantankerous & tergiverfant parrot. ‘No mosf gathers /thif/ rolling stone’, ‘tif ye wookean phrase & rally-cry from yon piping dayf in Old Glen Coe.